The boys now brought the netting straight across the car like a big
white screen, for each held his hands up high, besides standing on the
arm of the car seats.

"Now drive him this way," called Bert to his father and the men who
were helping him.

"Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!" yelled everybody, throwing hats, books, and
newspapers at the poor lost duck.

"Shoo!" again called a little old lady, actually letting her black
silk bag fly at the lamp.

Of course poor Downy had to shoo, right into the net!

Bert and Will brought up the four ends of the trap and Downy flopped.

"That's the time we bagged our game," laughed Will, while everybody
shouted and clapped, for it does not take much to afford real
amusement to passengers, who are traveling and can see little but the
other people, the conductor, and newspapers.

"We've got him at last," cried Freddie in real glee, for he loved the
little duck and feared losing his companionship.

"And he will have to have his meals served in his room for the rest of
his trip," laughed Mrs. Bobbsey, as the tired little Downy was once
more put in his perforated box, along the side of the tin dipper of
water, which surely the poor duck needed by this time.